New Sibling: Day 2

The new sibling has a name! After conferring with each other this afternoon the proud parents offered up the name Constantine Augustus. Who knew they were such fans of the Roman Empire? Certainly not I!

So how did Day 2 go for the little one? I think he enjoyed the day for the most part. He was quite alert and got a number of compliments from the hospital staff. The doctor who visited Kara was quite surprised how well he could hold his head up. He said that's a skill that most babies don't master for a few months. Way to go Auggie!

I brought the baby's brothers over to bond with him in the morning. The plan was for the boys and I to visit Kara and "her baby" for a short time until Mark and Viva joined us. Then we'd head out for a quick trip to Costco, if there is such a thing.

Mark and Viva did not show up for quite some time. First they had to install the car seat, then they had to go back for the ice pack they forgot. (Viva ratted on you opa!) They finally arrived and Bentley wanted to leave immediately. I told him we had to give Viva a little time with the baby.

Well B had reached his saturation point with hospital rooms and new babies. He became very depressed. I seriously wondered if he were coming down with the flu. Not a good thing to have when visiting mommy and her new baby. He complained that his pants were way too tight (did his stomach hurt?!). I loosened them. Then he climbed in my lap and looked very forlorn.

I asked him if he needed to go straight home (skip Costco) and go to bed? He said that he wanted to go home and play games with great-grandma. Okay...maybe he wasn't sick. Maybe he was just overwhelmed?!

The twins continue to shower the baby with kisses and gentle pats on his head. They like him. Jake held him for a very short time. Viva tried holding him, too, but when he started squirming she was ready to shove him off. Bentley continues to keep his distance. No touching whatsoever. He did come a little closer today than yesterday. He told me he'd touch him when he's two. That's the age when the twins were acceptable. Or so he says.

How much does he remember about the twins' invasion of his early childhood? He was 17 months old when they were born. He was bewildered by the huge upheaval of his life, but he seemed okay with the changes. Now I wonder. What unresolved issues has he buried in his subconscious?!

P.S. The parents were teasing us about the Roman name, they chose Lincoln Henry as the name for their third son. I like it. Much, much, much better than Constantine Augustus. Or how about Rafe Kruger? That was one of opa's suggestions. That and Orville Peter--so his initials would be OPA. Lincoln is a great name!

P.S.S. Opa has suggested Abe as nickname for Lincoln Henry. I don't think Kara and Matt are going to buy into his idea, but I think it's an interesting choice.